Broome again, Cable Beach
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Today I got up at 6.45am to catch the one and only bus to Gauntheame Point to do a 5km walk back along Cable Beach (so known because they ran a telecomunications cable from Oz to Java way back when). I woke my lazy but easily-convinced roomate Reece, who I have comandeered for use of his car and we were dropped at the point around 8am.
Walking down to the point was like walking on Mars, with the red earth, and the rocks and formations of varying reds, oranges and browns. We played on the point for a while, climbing up and down the rocks trying to find our way down to the beach, sitting at the Gate to the Bowels of Hell and telling other hell/Mars jokes. Down on the beach, backed with red cliffs and we still had to walk some way along the saturated pink-tinged sand that formed rivelets and pools of water.
Sadly the remaining 4k walk back along Cable Beach was exceedingly dull as the sand turned back to yellow and the inviting sea threatened excrutiatingly painful jellyfish stings. The steps we knew led from the beach stayed kilometres away and never seemed to get any closer. We were relieved to finally climb them and walk the stifling few metres back to the hostel across the scalding concrete and the close heat and jump in the pool. We stayed there the rest of the day, soaking up the sunshine and jumping in regularly to cool off with a brief outing to Lustre Cafe for tandoori salad.
At 7.30pm Reece and I drove back down to the point to watch the sunset. It wasn't as dramatic as the previous 2 nights but still beautiful, and I went into exstacies about the funny-shaped dragon clouds again. He claimed he didn't care about clouds, but as the dragon cloud turned pink and blue even he was taking photos.